Title: If Tears Should Fall
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
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As night falls over Chicago and people slip underneath warm covers in down beds, a lonely figure on a stylish if alien cycle tears her way down the city streets. She turns after corner looking for a safe haven. Two dune buggies chase her relentlessly as she ducks into a side alley. They follow. She's beginning to loose ground to her followers when salvation appears around the next corner. A narrow opening between two buildings. Judging
the distance she guesses that her bike will fir through. Barely. She takes the chance.
The bike squeezes through, only a fender over the back wheel sparks along the alley wall. Minimal damage that can be easily be fixed. The dune buggies however, crash into one another and pile up in front of the opening like soup cans in a supermarket display. She chuckles under her breath and speeds down the empty road. "Don't hunt what you can't catch." She disappears around the corner as goons pick themselves out of the ruins of what once was one of Limburgers patrol squads.
(Biker Mice From Mars Theme song inserted here)
And If Tears Should Fall...
By Angela R. Street
(aka. Jessie)
October 1, 2000
Copyrighted All rights reserved
Charlie was bent over working on her bike when she heard a bike nearing the garage. She tossed the wrench on the work bench and wiped her hands in a small white cloth and tossed it with the wrench. The guys went out a while ago for rootbeer and dogs so her first thought was that it was them, but she
Couldn't hear any music. Which either meant all three of their radios broke or it wasn't them. Charlie was walking towards the front door when a bike pulled up in front of the garage. It certainly wasn't the guys, in fact it was a woman. She was wearing a leather jacket and a strange looking helmet.
In fact, Charlie thought, it looks almost like one of the guys....but of course that was impossible, the
guys where the only mice on earth. Right? She pushed the thought our of her mind and walked forward to great the newcomer.
"Hi," Charlie said "Can I help you?"
The woman turned towards her. Her head covered by the helmet and the face mask made it impossible to see her face inside.
"I hope so," She replied in a smooth soft voice. "Do you own this place?"
"Yes in fact I do." Charlie extended her hand "I'm Charlie."
"And I'm in need of a good mechanic." She replied "Are you any good?"
"Best in Shi town." Charlie said letting her hand drop. Something about this woman was familiar-but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"We'll see." She turned and pulled her bike into the garage. "It's just the fender and some underneath damage."
"Should be able to fix it tonight." Charlie replied "But is you want to leave it here and pick it up tomorrow-"
"I think I'd rather wait." She interrupted "If it's okay that is."
"Sure, sure, no problem." Charlie went to the workbench and she began taking out tools she was going to need. Hopefully, she thought, I'll get this done before the guys get back. She didn't want this woman to flip out if she
saw them.
The woman slipped over to her bike and un-strapped a knapsack off the back of the bike so it wouldn't be in the
way, and slung it over her shoulder.
"Are you here on vacation?" Charlie asked bending down under the bike.
"Not exactly," She replied leaning against the frame of the open garage doors. "I'm looking for someone."
"Really?" Charlie said mildly curious. "Who? She grimaced "sorry it's really none of my business."
"Na, that's okay." She said crossing her arms. "Actually it's my brother. I last heard that he was out this
way."
"Really?" Charlie said a lot more curious now. "Were you separated at birth or something?"
"No, nothing like that." She said "We got separated a few years back and I'd like to see him again. Even if he is an egotistical hot head." She muttered.
"Sounds like you were close." Charlie said sarcastically.
"Like that." she crossed her fingers and gave a small laugh. "By the way," she extended her hand "I'm Jessie, but I like you, you get to call me Jess."
Charlie stood to shake her hand. "It's good to have a name to go with the face, well sort of."
Jess turned towards the open door. "What's that?" She asked "A tortured animal?"
Charlie strained to listen and then heard singing. "No," she muttered "It's the guys."
"Who are 'the guys'?" Jess asked.
"It's difficult to explain. Just promise one thing, try not to freak out or anything? Just give them a chance?"
"Sure." Jess replied puzzled.
A moment later three bikes and riders sped into the garage and came to a screeching halt.
"Hi guys, did you get the snacks?" Charlie asked sliding up beside the three of them.
"You know we did pretty lady." Vinnie said
Modo unhooked the cases of rootbeer from the back of his bike and Throttle unhooked the hotdog cooler from his. Both laid the grub on the table next to the work bench.
"So," Charlie said turning to Vinnie, "What did you get?"
Vinnie removed his helmet and flashed her a smile. "The looks of the group." He looked in the review mirror of his bike and gave a grin.
"Please!" Charlie sighed rolling her eyes. "Anymore and I'll need a shovel."
"Hey nothing but the truth doll." Vinnie walked to the cooler and grabbed a hotdog.
One of the mice finally noticed Jessie's motorcycle.
"Hey, who owns the richous hoss?" Modo asked moving around Charlie to get a better look. Charlie suddenly remembered Jess and looked to see if the poor woman had fainted, but it was quite the opposite. Jess was leaning against the garage door frame, arms crossed appearing for all intense and purpose as if seven-foot talking mice were an everyday sight in
downtown Chicago.
"It's mine." Jess said. The three mice now turned and noticed her standing there.
Vinnie whistled apreasitvily "You can ride with me any time babe!"
"I don't think so Vinnie." She said in a calm voice.
"Do I know you?" Vinnie asked scratching his head.
Jessie reached up and pulled of her helmet. Under were the white fur, red eyes and distinct features of a mouse. She ran a hand through her white hair, pushing strands of it our of her face.
"What's the matter?" she asked "Don't you recognize your own sister?"
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
**************************************************************************** **
As night falls over Chicago and people slip underneath warm covers in down beds, a lonely figure on a stylish if alien cycle tears her way down the city streets. She turns after corner looking for a safe haven. Two dune buggies chase her relentlessly as she ducks into a side alley. They follow. She's beginning to loose ground to her followers when salvation appears around the next corner. A narrow opening between two buildings. Judging
the distance she guesses that her bike will fir through. Barely. She takes the chance.
The bike squeezes through, only a fender over the back wheel sparks along the alley wall. Minimal damage that can be easily be fixed. The dune buggies however, crash into one another and pile up in front of the opening like soup cans in a supermarket display. She chuckles under her breath and speeds down the empty road. "Don't hunt what you can't catch." She disappears around the corner as goons pick themselves out of the ruins of what once was one of Limburgers patrol squads.
(Biker Mice From Mars Theme song inserted here)
And If Tears Should Fall...
By Angela R. Street
(aka. Jessie)
October 1, 2000
Copyrighted All rights reserved
Charlie was bent over working on her bike when she heard a bike nearing the garage. She tossed the wrench on the work bench and wiped her hands in a small white cloth and tossed it with the wrench. The guys went out a while ago for rootbeer and dogs so her first thought was that it was them, but she
Couldn't hear any music. Which either meant all three of their radios broke or it wasn't them. Charlie was walking towards the front door when a bike pulled up in front of the garage. It certainly wasn't the guys, in fact it was a woman. She was wearing a leather jacket and a strange looking helmet.
In fact, Charlie thought, it looks almost like one of the guys....but of course that was impossible, the
guys where the only mice on earth. Right? She pushed the thought our of her mind and walked forward to great the newcomer.
"Hi," Charlie said "Can I help you?"
The woman turned towards her. Her head covered by the helmet and the face mask made it impossible to see her face inside.
"I hope so," She replied in a smooth soft voice. "Do you own this place?"
"Yes in fact I do." Charlie extended her hand "I'm Charlie."
"And I'm in need of a good mechanic." She replied "Are you any good?"
"Best in Shi town." Charlie said letting her hand drop. Something about this woman was familiar-but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"We'll see." She turned and pulled her bike into the garage. "It's just the fender and some underneath damage."
"Should be able to fix it tonight." Charlie replied "But is you want to leave it here and pick it up tomorrow-"
"I think I'd rather wait." She interrupted "If it's okay that is."
"Sure, sure, no problem." Charlie went to the workbench and she began taking out tools she was going to need. Hopefully, she thought, I'll get this done before the guys get back. She didn't want this woman to flip out if she
saw them.
The woman slipped over to her bike and un-strapped a knapsack off the back of the bike so it wouldn't be in the
way, and slung it over her shoulder.
"Are you here on vacation?" Charlie asked bending down under the bike.
"Not exactly," She replied leaning against the frame of the open garage doors. "I'm looking for someone."
"Really?" Charlie said mildly curious. "Who? She grimaced "sorry it's really none of my business."
"Na, that's okay." She said crossing her arms. "Actually it's my brother. I last heard that he was out this
way."
"Really?" Charlie said a lot more curious now. "Were you separated at birth or something?"
"No, nothing like that." She said "We got separated a few years back and I'd like to see him again. Even if he is an egotistical hot head." She muttered.
"Sounds like you were close." Charlie said sarcastically.
"Like that." she crossed her fingers and gave a small laugh. "By the way," she extended her hand "I'm Jessie, but I like you, you get to call me Jess."
Charlie stood to shake her hand. "It's good to have a name to go with the face, well sort of."
Jess turned towards the open door. "What's that?" She asked "A tortured animal?"
Charlie strained to listen and then heard singing. "No," she muttered "It's the guys."
"Who are 'the guys'?" Jess asked.
"It's difficult to explain. Just promise one thing, try not to freak out or anything? Just give them a chance?"
"Sure." Jess replied puzzled.
A moment later three bikes and riders sped into the garage and came to a screeching halt.
"Hi guys, did you get the snacks?" Charlie asked sliding up beside the three of them.
"You know we did pretty lady." Vinnie said
Modo unhooked the cases of rootbeer from the back of his bike and Throttle unhooked the hotdog cooler from his. Both laid the grub on the table next to the work bench.
"So," Charlie said turning to Vinnie, "What did you get?"
Vinnie removed his helmet and flashed her a smile. "The looks of the group." He looked in the review mirror of his bike and gave a grin.
"Please!" Charlie sighed rolling her eyes. "Anymore and I'll need a shovel."
"Hey nothing but the truth doll." Vinnie walked to the cooler and grabbed a hotdog.
One of the mice finally noticed Jessie's motorcycle.
"Hey, who owns the richous hoss?" Modo asked moving around Charlie to get a better look. Charlie suddenly remembered Jess and looked to see if the poor woman had fainted, but it was quite the opposite. Jess was leaning against the garage door frame, arms crossed appearing for all intense and purpose as if seven-foot talking mice were an everyday sight in
downtown Chicago.
"It's mine." Jess said. The three mice now turned and noticed her standing there.
Vinnie whistled apreasitvily "You can ride with me any time babe!"
"I don't think so Vinnie." She said in a calm voice.
"Do I know you?" Vinnie asked scratching his head.
Jessie reached up and pulled of her helmet. Under were the white fur, red eyes and distinct features of a mouse. She ran a hand through her white hair, pushing strands of it our of her face.
"What's the matter?" she asked "Don't you recognize your own sister?"